Queens of the Stone Age played their last show of the tour in Oslo and I was there.
With Gangsta luv on my brain and home watching Snoop dee-oh-double-gee documentary’s, I’d almost forgotten that I was gonna go see Queens of the Stone Age in Oslo Spektrum for their last show of the tour, and with a new album out. Party time, excellent, exiting stuff. Continue reading
To put into context what Denmark has given the world: Beer and Bacon. Oh.. and John "Faxe" Jensen.
It still blows my mind that fortysomethingyearolds haven't quite mastered the, "Please check out my band" email. We can literally hear your pompous leather clad tone emanating through the words.
Don't get us wrong-- we appreciate demos, especially those who send us records. But we're really fed up with the millions of e-mail requests TELLING us: 1) We oughta worship your shitty metal/indie/electro/goth/top40 band; 2) Then, demand we not share it with anyone else; 3) Then demand we spend extra effort to, "let you know" when we're done lickin' bollocks.
See below our basic thought process as we read these mails. Continue reading
After years of ploughing the fields in Austin and spin-offs as far reaching as Tokyo, Aarhus, Seattle and Liverpool; it’s time for Oslo to carry the flame of the Psych Fest family. Between the 5th and 8th of December Oslo will host its first Psych Fest at the venue Revolver.There are 13 bands from 7 countries and 3 continents making for a proper festival lineup.
They sound like Slash pounding Dizzy while Izzy fists Duff. Continue reading
Who is this mysterious band? They don’t really play live but have been in existence for ten years. Finally they have put their demented work to wax.
I’ve been patiently waiting for this for a few years now and it’s worth the wait. Continue reading
A much more mellower album then White Tiger Prepade Andres Barsleth we've become accustomed too. Released on C60 tape, limited to 50 copies. You`ll find no blast beats or jarring interruptions here. Like a James Ferraro record in slo-mo. Nothing terribly radical, more found-sound sampling-- like a illuminating trekk through the woods with calm murmurs and moments of serene sanctity.
Recommended if you like soundscapes on the WIRE mag´s Office Ambience series. Yea, you know who you are. Continue reading
Through the tired haze of paternity leave writer Eirik Arlov brings you his playlist for Fall/Winter 2013. As usual it is an unusual mixture of lonely blues and strong songwriters. Get your mind slowly and gently blown. Continue reading
Arriving a little over ten minutes late to Blå, the stillness of the crowd didn’t really reflect the reality of a full house. The audience was standing as if in awe giving their full concentration to Khyam Allami as he sat on the stage performing his oud set. Continue reading
In the words of TRL, Bad Sounds are premiering the brand spankin` new video from Izakaya Heartbeat today. It`s the 2nd new video in a series of 8 released from their album, "Enter - Rainbow Lake". Made by Jacob Medin Mortensen. Enjoy the sonicdelic tunes! Continue reading
So, Cut Copy are trying to make their own modern version of «Screamadelica», and let me tell you straight away that the result is way better than you could imagine.
Having «Screamadelica» in the back of your mind while listening to a new album could never be a positive thing though, could it? By default, you’ve pretty much already stuffed up. But Cut Copy have always been good at making albums as well as singles. «Free Your Mind» doesn’t have the singles Cut Copy used to have, but it’s a solid album effort. Still, nothing compared to the brilliant «In Ghost Colours» from 2008 - one of the very best electro-pop albums of the noughties. As if «Zonoscope» wouldn’t end up being somewhat of a disappointment after something like that, no matter what they would’ve released. Let’s all just agree that even that is a decent enough album. Continue reading
If excrement had a sound, it would be the sound of Fjorden Baby. Not only do I personally dislike them for the butchery of music performed at Øya Festival awhile back, but on top of that one of the twats tried to get into Revolver on a Wednesday evening so drunk that he almost missed the door on the way in, got kicked out, stood arguing with the bus driver for Six Feet Under shouting at him "I am in a bigger band than you asshole" (thats a BUS driver you're talking to douche), and proceeded to stand outside the tour-bus and dance in that infuriating "Ian Brown" manner which makes you look like a special needs child being electrocuted systematically while a demon possesses your legs at mathematical intervals and raises and drops them at his own fancy.
He also gave everyone on the street "THE FINGER" while sitting on a wall and swaying back and forth from utter-shit-artist-land to the reality-of-being-one-of-the-biggest-dicks-on-earth land, flanked by his challenged friends who had done yards of cheap cocaine in some stinky bathroom while glowing in the resonance of being seen with someone known. Known for being a twat, and known for the utter shite that comes out of their mouths/fingers/amps/drum-kits/studios/heads/souls. Continue reading
With the winter winds headed for Norway it's time to tuck yourself in and listen to miserable, sad songs that make everything even worse and force your hand to open a bottle of Ripasso and melt into the musical landscapes. Continue reading
Much like the crushing disappointment that washed over my face when MBV hit shelves after what seemed like a century of waiting, Mazzy Star's promise of a follow-up to 1996's Among My Swan had me chomping at the bit. As soon as the first chords squeezed out from my speakers I frowned. Once again it got me thinking as to why wait an eternity to release something that could have been B-sides on your last record. B-sides being the operative word here. Continue reading
My first introduction to Roy Harper happened to be the cult-classic album Stormcock. Still slightly amused over the name a decade later, I found myself quite obsessed with the record for a long period of my life. It managed to repel and entice me at the same time, constantly caught on that fringe of thinking "Do I really like this?", and then concluding most of the time that I did. I guess most great artists have that quality, and that creates staying power too, when you don't immediately like it you tend to listen to it for longer than an infectious pop-album. Continue reading